Saturday, October 18, 2008

For me.. art has always been my 'thing'.. It has been part of my life in forms such as music, the game, something to draw and it can be said to be present in each aspect of everything we do. The art of cooking, the art of courting, the art of winning.. the art of losing.. it's everywhere. For one of the subject for our masters program, we have a visual art lecturer teaching curriculum development. So he made us go through an 'art therapy' session as the final class of ours. Loosin' up after focusing on all the serious issues we covered throughout the semester. The lecturer stressed that this would be a free for all art session. kinda like giving us a lot of paints and just draw.So this would be the first time for me to get my hands dirty with paint and go crazy! For me it's kinda like switching on your subconscious..something like this!

Figure 1.1 Gabrielle a.k.a Sylar

Okay.. okayy.. I wish it would be like that.. and draw something like the end of the world or something. Now that would be cool.. =D nyeh he he~ So this is me getting on to it...

Figure 1.2 Hands on approach!

Noticed that i didn't have any paintbrush whatsoever? It's totally.. 100% made by hand. Azam's custom and each and everything was applied by these hands of mine! *proud* =D I just let my hands move as they wish and this is the final product..

Figure 1.3 The end of world? Agony? Anger?

The painting was still wet when this picture was taken.. I'll get a nice, dried-up, framed version later on ya? This one will surely be hanged in my room. Any interpretations guys? hehehehe. Well of course it's nothing close to a masterpiece. It's just uniquely my own masterpiece. Owh.. here are some of my classmates' work..

Figure 1.4 Everybody in the house!

Well.. wouldn't it be neat then to have the ability to paint the future??

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

I was driving my car from The Curve the other day with a friend of mine.. she lives somewhere over the MRR2 so i was sending her back home from our outing.. She's a very close friend of mine, and we share our joy and tears together since God knows when. The night before, i received her phone call.. she cried.. man.. she really cried. Why? Because the love of her life just got married. With some girl he just met.. well of course after a session at the usual 'Teh Tarik Place' i was enlighten to the fact that the guy married the girl as she was introduced to him by the family. Abandoning my friend, just like that, whom he'd known for years.

At that moment, it felt like i was still living in the 50s.. 70s.. That people would still succumb to family pressure in choosing their suitor, and it's even weird since the guy's family is the modern type and been living in KL all this while. Now back in the car, i was listening to the radio with her. Her eyes are still red as she was talking to the guy over the phone. She was determined to know where did they go wrong or any mistakes from her side. I overheard the conversation a bit.. but i preferred to listen to the radio.. as i wanted her to tell me about the conversation with both side in mind. Tears started flowing down her eyes.. slowly but surely and i heard "Syukurlah bukan sebab yang biasa.." my mind was a bit confused. "What did he say?" asked myself at that moment.

She hung up the phone and started explaining to me.. that the guy was introduced to the girl (now the wife) by the family and he was confused on to what to do. So he decided to let his faith be his guide and bended down in prayers, with the Istikharah prayer in The God Almighty's willing to guide him in making his choice. And that in his dream.. he saw the the girl he married was the one who appeared in a better manner or positive presentation or as the chosen one (i don't know because my friend didn't explain much) and thus led him to make the decision he made.

Over the radio.. i could listen the song by Jason Mraz whispering slowly, threading between our conversation. And came the part when he(Jason Mraz) sang "Before the cool done run out, I'll be giving it my bestest. Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention......"from the song 'I'm Yours'. "Nothing's gonna stop you but divine intervention huh?" I asked myself. "Well.. in front of my nose now I can see a 'divine intervention' at work." i added in my heart. I could do nothing to comfort my friend who was shocked in awe, perhaps in some way felt offended that God worked in favor of others than her. I could see "Am i that bad to not deserve him?" written all over her face. For her, it might feel something like a 5 years old whose friend said "Alif Lam Lam Ha, sape amik berdosa" while writing it on her toy. And when the kid tried to take back his toy, the friend would say "A'aa.. tak tahu.. kalau amik berdosa!".

I dropped her off at her house and all i could say to comfort her was "Nasha, it wasn't meant to be.. don't linger on it for too long.. There might be something good out of this. He works in ways that our small mind could never comprehend". I drove back and cant help but ponder about the issue. As i was just surfing the net.. i found this little discussion:-

(Taken from http://www.pengantin.com.my/v1/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=12)

*edit (The Malay excerpt explains that in Islam, forecasting your future via dreams is not taught or promoted. It could be said that you're putting your faith on something other than God (Syirik) as dreams are just mind-play and sometimes are works of the devil. One cannot compare one's dreams to the prophets' and we shouldn't make decisions over it, instead, think about it rationally.)

So there we go.. The so called 'divine intervention' that my friend had an experience with. As for me.. regardless of whether it's wrong or right, i still think things happen for a reason. Just get over it and move on. No point in lingering on the same thing for too long. Life goes on.. But i don't know about you guys.. One thing for sure, I would be laughing my ass off if somebody were to say that "You don't deserve me because I had a dream about it". Man.. Can't you take responsibility for your own choices?

About Me

Ripples and distortions to decorate life. Some would say that they're insignificant but some would say it is a form of art. I might tell you what you want to hear but i will also state everything that you fear.. This is my Utopian Lies..

"Because time is always one step in front of you.. so run Forest, run!!"

Song of the moment..

"Boiled Frogs"by Alexisonfire

[George:] A man sits at his deskOne year from retirement,And he's up for reviewNot quite sure what to do.Each passing yearThe workload grows.

[Dallas:] I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too lateFor things to go my wayIt always ends up the same(Count your blessings)I must be missing, I must be missing the pointYour signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise(Count your blessings on one hand)

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight.There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life

[George:] Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe,Even though his joints are clogged with rust.

[Wade:] My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.Safe in monotony, (so safe), day after day(Count your blessings)My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it's too late(Count your blessings on one hand)

[Dallas:] So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonightThere's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.

Can't help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single dayThere's no loyalty and no remorse.Youth sold for a pension chequeAnd it makes him fucking sickHe's heating up, he can't say no

(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight,There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.(So wait up)So wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonightBetween the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to dieWait up for meWait up for meWait up for me

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